by M. K. Moore
“Nope. I am all yours too,” he says grinning.
“I can live with that.”
“As for your list, I am all but one of those things.”
“Which one?”
“I don’t really want to tell you this, but I hate Christmas.”
“How can you hate Christmas? It’s such a magical time of year,” I tell him.
“I am beginning to see that. Can you live with that fact?”
“Which fact?”
“Me hating Christmas,” he says matter of factly.
“Four out of five ain’t bad,” I tell him. “Besides, I have a feeling I can get you to fall in love with Christmas.”
“If anybody can, it’s going to be you.”
“Do you have a dog?” I ask.
“I do. His name is Brutus.”
“Can I meet him?”
“In the morning, my love. I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to.”
“My love?” I ask.
“Of course, I love you. Not only do I feel like I’ve known you forever, but I do believe that my love effectively covers numbers one through four of your wish list,” he says before lifting me over his shoulder.
“It does. I love you too,” I tell his back. I think it would have been better face to face, but that is alright too.
“I am most certain that is the case. It’s the only thing that makes sense,” he says before he lightly smacks my bottom, which sends little ripples of anticipation through my pussy. Then he takes off for his room.
Love is a strange and powerful thing. It brought me through time to the one man who was meant for me. How can that ever be a bad thing?
Chapter 4
Brett
Hannah. My Hannah. My love, I chant inwardly as I head for my room. Once there, I again toss this beautiful woman on my bed. Our bed, if I have my way. I am more than captivated by her. Her light brown blondish hair is definitely not bottled. She is pale, porcelain perfection. Her lightly freckled face makes her look sweet and innocent, however, if my dreams are any indication, she is anything but. Her curves call out to me. I want to touch her everywhere all at once. I settle my attention on her ass. Under my palm, it jiggled when I playfully slapped her. Her ass is a work of art. I want to sink my teeth into her. Now that I know what the fuck is going on, I will treasure every motherfucking second I have with her. 1919 can’t have her back, she’s mine, but realistically, I can’t even think about what I’ll do if she is taken from me. If she’s taken back to her own time, I won’t be able to compete with that. I waste no time getting back between her thighs, my new home. I kiss her before trailing wet, open mouth kisses down her torso. When I reach her pussy, I lick her from her clit to her tiny little love hole. I hear her gasp from above me. She tries to push me away, but I don’t let her. I grip her hips keep her from squirming away from me.
“What… What are you doing?” she moans.
“Tasting what’s mine,” I answer honestly.
“But… why would you do that?” she asks confused. I move my head and look up at her, raising an eyebrow.
“Was sex really so different a hundred years ago?” I ask her.
“Well, I don’t rightly know. No one ever discussed with me,” she says.
“Trust me, love. I kind of know what I am doing,” I tell her moving up to my knees. The confused look on her face is cute as hell.
“Kind of?” she questions, frowning.
“I have never loved another before you. That is true in all meanings,” I admit. I was just as much of a virgin as she was. Waiting for her was easy though.
“It is?”
“Yes. One pussy, this pussy, for life,” I say running my fingers through her wetness. She is so damn wet and ready for me. Now that I know that I am not dreaming, it makes everything so much more heightened.
“One cock, this cock, for life,” she repeats back to me, gripping my cock. I like the sound of that. One Pussy. One Cock. For the rest of our lives. I groan at the feel of her soft, delicate hand wrapped around me. I push her hand away because this will end all too quickly if she keeps that up. I lean back down to taste my heaven on Earth again. This time, she gives in to the feeling and lets me do what I must. She is very vocal, letting me know that she loves what I am doing to her. I insert two fingers into her pussy. When I reach a spot inside of her that makes her go crazy, I keep hitting that spot. With the combination of my tongue and fingers combined, I feel her come. Her juices saturate my beard. It’s the best thing I have ever tasted, and I know that I will never stop craving her now that I’ve tasted her. I move up, and lecherously, I kiss her so that she can taste herself. I lean up and position my cock at her opening. All I want to do slam into her, but I know that I can’t. I need to show her how much I love her and cherish her.
“Brett, please,” she begs as I once again wrap her legs around my waist.
“You want this Hannah?” I ask her.
“Yes. I more than want it. I need it,” she says reaching for me. I grip my cock and slowly sink into her wet and ready pussy. This time there is no resistance as I begin to move in and out of her. She cries out my name. Fuck, the need, the ache in her voice drives me to fuck her harder and harder. Leaning down, I kiss her swollen lips.
“Breeding this pussy is my going to be my greatest accomplishment,” I tell her as I continue to pound into her.
“Is it?” she asks.
“Yes,” I groan, my release fast approaching. I wanted to draw this out, but it’s too hard. She feels amazing, we feel amazing. I reach between us and find her hard clit. I rub it until she is panting my name with her release. Her little pussy squeezes my cock tightly and I can’t stop myself from filling her with my seed.
“I love you,” I groan since I can’t seem to stop coming. When I finally have nothing left to give her, I pull out of her, still hard. I don’t think this will ever go down.
“I love you too,” she says as I lay beside her and pull her close to me.
“Do you know what happened to my parents?” she asks quietly.
“No, but we can look it up,” I reply.
“Look it up?”
“You have a lot to learn, babe. A lot.”
“Are you going to teach me?” she asks seductively. Immediately, I think about all of the things I am going to teach her. All of the ways I am going to fuck and love her as well as what life is like in the 21st century are my top priorities.
“You’re damn right I am,” I answer. She tips her face up for another kiss and I oblige her. I know that every fucking kiss we share is bringing us closer to each other.
The Universe better get in line. They can’t have her back. Come hell or high water, I will fight to keep what’s mine.
Chapter 5
Hannah
In the morning, I lay in Brett’s bed. Suddenly, I sit up straight. I’m still here, and while there is nowhere else I’d rather be, I have to know what happened to my parents. I shake Brett awake.
“Yeah, babe?” he asks sleepily.
“How can we look up my parents?”
“My computer is downstairs,” he says moving to get up.
“Computer?”
“Right. A machine that connects you to the world.”
“The world?”
“It’ll be easier to show you,” he says going to his closet and pulling on navy blue pants and sweater.
“What should I wear?”
“My sister has some clothes in a room down the hall.”
“She won’t mind if I wear her clothes?”
“Nah. She’s nice, you’ll love her,” he says.
“When do I get to meet her?”
“She’ll be home from college in a few weeks.”
“College?” While women were going to college back in my day, my father wouldn’t let me.
“Yeah, of course.”
“That’s interesting. Your father lets her go?”
“My father passed away seven years ago. As d
id my mother. In fact, it was December 23rd when my life changed all those years ago. I was her guardian, but she is nineteen now and I don’t let her do anything. She’s her own woman.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I have a life-size picture of me trying to tell her what to do or not to do.”
“It wouldn’t go over well?”
“Not at all.” I nod, realizing that things have surely changed in the last hundred years. Brett heads downstairs while I continue down the hall.
I walk into a room down the hall and see nothing but boxes. I find one labeled “Anika clothes” and pull on a green skirt. It’s much shorter than anything I’ve ever worn, and I love it. I then pull on a pair of black stockings that have a waistband. I have never seen anything like these, but they feel amazing against my skin. Next, I pull on a pair of heavy black boots. I then grab a white, long-sleeved cable knit blouse of some kind. I deem myself dressed well enough and clunk my way downstairs in these boots. When I get downstairs, I see Brett setting up a Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. I also see a giant dog, who lumbers over to me. I stick out my hand for him to smell.
“Hello, pretty boy. Brutus is such a perfect name for you” I say getting down on his level. He lets me get my fill of petting him, then he walks away and lays back down on the big pillow off to the side of the fireplace. Standing, I turn to Brett. “I thought you didn’t like Christmas?”
“I don’t. But you do. You look beautiful, by the way.”
“Thank you,” I say blushing. “Where did you get this?” I ask, remembering that he told me all of his things weren’t here yet.
“The movers are here,” he says. I have been so focused on him that I didn’t even notice the other men in the room. “There are more decorations in those boxes,” he says.
“I’ve never decorated before,” I tell him.
“You love Christmas and you’ve never decorated before?”
“Um, my father’s servants did all that, but I loved looking at the lights and the garland strung up on the mantle.”
“I believe there is some garland in the box,” he says smiling at me.
I get to work decorating the mantle and then help him with the tree. After it’s all done and the movers have gone, we have our very own little tree lighting ceremony.
“It’s beautiful,” I say before he lifts me in the air. His hands are on my ass and I can look him directly in the eyes. I see all the love in the world behind them. I am the happiest I have ever been, but then I remember my parents.
I slide down his body and stand in front of him.
“My parents? Can we look them up now?” I am anxious to know what happened to them.
“Right. Of course. Over here,” he says leading me to a desk that hasn’t been set up yet. He shows me what a computer is and how to turn it on. He pulls up something called a webpage and a search engine. I watch as he types out Marshall and Kitty Hollybaker. It’s like magic. The news article that comes up is not, however.
Marshall and Kitty Hollybaker died in the early morning hours on December 23rd, 1919. They were brutally bludgeoned to death. Their home was ransacked, and their daughter taken from her bed. She has been missing for over a week and the worst is feared. -The Boston Patriot, December 30, 1919.
The more I read about the incident the more I begin to think that my leaving was for the best. About a year after his death, my father’s business partner, Ethan Pennyworth, was indicted on racketeering charges. My father’s name came up in conjunction with that, with proof positive that he was involved in Ethan’s schemes. Ethan was also indicted on fourteen murder charges, four of them being his wives and my parents. I begin to click out of the article and see an ad. It’s red, white, and blue. It says, “Denise Longford for President, 2020”.
“What is this?” I ask, pointing to the screen. A woman?
“A political ad,” he answers.
“Women can run for president?”
“Absolutely. We’ve never had one, but they can run.”
“Can she vote for herself?”
“Yeah, she can vote for whoever she wants.”
“And all women can vote?”
“Every last one of them,” he responds.
“Since when? Is it new?”
“No. The amendment was added to the Constitution in 1920, I believe.”
“That long ago? My mother would be so happy.”
“How’s that?”
“We marched for Women’s Suffrage. That law was built on the backs of women just like my mother. She didn’t deserve to die.” Though it’s technically been a hundred years, it was just yesterday that I saw her smiling at me. She helped me get ready for the party. We laughed and talked about the man I’d marry. I talked about Brett, but at the time, I still thought he was a figment of my imagination. My heart breaks for my parents, but this is my life now.
“My parents were in a car crash. It was snowing and another car lost control and careened into my parents. No one survived in either car. Sometimes people die too soon,” he says pulling me into a hug.
“A car?” I ask, sniffling. I was unable to stop my tears from falling.
“An automobile.”
“Many people can’t afford automobiles,” I tell him.
“Maybe not a hundred years ago, but just about everyone has them these days.”
“I can’t wait to see what they look like now.”
“You’ll certainly have your pick of them. I have three and Anika has one as well,” he tells me.
“Three? Why ever would you need three?”
“They have different functions. Granted, most people don’t have three, but I am wealthy so I can afford such luxuries.”
“I was wealthy once,” I say.
“And you will be again when we get married.”
“You want to marry me?” I ask.
“Only been dreaming about it for years, babe,” he says, grinning at me. My insides flutter and suddenly I remember one particularly filthy dream where he had me on my knees. I didn’t even know a woman was to put her mouth on her man’s cock, but now it’s all I can think about.
“What if I have to go back?”
“That won’t happen, Hannah.”
“How can you be sure?”
“The Universe would not give you to me, only to take you away.”
“Wouldn’t it?”
“Nope. I have faith.”
“I don’t want to think about that,” I tell him, dropping to my knees.
“What are you doing, Hannah?” he asks as I open the button on his pants. I have never seen the strange metal teeth before I pull the tab down and call it a success when it opens, and his cock is visible to me.
“So, I remember one particularly naughty dream of you I had,” I tell him.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes,” I say gripping his already hard cock and bringing it to my mouth. I wrap my lips around him and suck on just the tip before taking more of him into my mouth.
“Damn, girl.” I look up at him and continue sucking on him until he stops me. “You are too good at that, and one day I’ll lay back and enjoy the ride, but right now I need your pussy. Are you wet for me, Hannah?”
“I am always wet for you,” I tell him.
He pulls me up and lifts me on to his desk. He spreads my legs wide and feeling between my thighs, he grunts in frustration when he can’t access my pussy.
“Who the hell invented pantyhose?” he growls, and I giggle until he uses his fingertips to rip the pantyhose open at my crotch. He lines his cock up with my now bare opening and slams into me. The desk bangs against the wall on every thrust and it’s all I can do to hold on to him. The intensity with which he loves me is this time is different from the last time. It’s harder, faster, grittier. Every nerve in my body is on fire. I scream my release as he fills me with his life-giving seed.
Good thing he asked me to marry him since I am pretty sure I am going to be the mother of childr
en very soon.
Epilogue
Brett
Christmas Day, 2021
As I hold my son, Gregory, I think about all the things that have gone right in my life since Hannah came to me.
Teaching Hannah all about modern life has been hard at times, but we are making do. She struggles with reality tv but loves sitcoms and Christmas movies. I am just thankful that Hannah and Anika get along so well. Anika comes home every break and the pair are inseparable. She told Anika the truth about her past and Anika took it all in stride.
We got married rather quickly because we weren’t sure if she’d go back again, but so far so good. I don’t want to get too comfortable. It’s the not knowing that has us on edge and living every moment like it’s the last.
The very first dream I had of her I knew. Every moment of my life, everything that happened, good or bad, brought me to this moment and made me into the only man who could fulfill her wish list, well four out five, though she was right, I am coming around on the Christmas thing.
I watch her will she makes breakfast with my sister. They are laughing about something I know nothing about. I lose track of time while watching. Suddenly, my sister whisks the baby out of my arms and Hannah leads me upstairs.
“What’s going on, Hannah? Are you okay?” I ask.
“Better than okay,” she says. “I am pregnant again,” she says grinning at me. We both wanted a big family and now we are well on our way to that.
I pull her into my arms and kiss her. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I lay her down and love her like she deserves to be loved. Loving this woman was easy and fate made it possible. There is nothing more amazing than the love of a good woman and I have it in spades. Christmas wishes and a little time travel made all my dreams come true.
How lucky am I?
Epilogue
Hannah
Thirteen Years Later
As I sit in the living room with my family opening presents, I look around and feel blessed. Our six children rip through the colorful paper that Brett and I painstakingly wrapped for them. This is what life is all about. Once I learned how to drive, everything else came naturally to me, especially being a mother. I watch my nieces and nephews doing the same. Torn wrapping paper covers every surface in the room. My youngest, Matilda, even has some in her hair. I stifle a laugh.
